Monday, September 10, 2007

Yesterday while at my father's house, I remembered I was out of toothpaste. 100% out. Not even enough to cut the tube open and scrape out. The thought of stopping at Target or Walgreens and spending 5 minutes getting toothpaste made me hurt, so I grabbed a plastic sandwich bag and squirted into it some of my father's toothpaste, and pocketed it. Of course I did this without my father knowing. Now I have at least a weeks worth of toothpaste smeared inside a little plastic bag!Here is an exquisite drawing of a tube of toothpaste:

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about me

I started this blog years ago while searching for my balls after my ex-wife stole them. Now that I'm happily married to a true woman and looking forward to many happy years not worrying about the woman sleeping next to me stealing my balls, I still seem to lose them from time to time. Whether it's the tech support guy at work taking them or my debilitating anxiety hiding them from me, it's still a battle.